You mean so much to me. The years we spent together, taking care of each other, have made you a part of me. You are my dearest friend and, yet, you are so much more.

You are the strength that holds me when I cry; with a gentle nudge you reassure me with the hope of a better tomorrow. You rekindle my faith in a kind spirit.

You have been my greatest friend. You have never made a promise that you failed to keep. You have never lectured, criticized or offended. You have never deserted me in times of stress. You have never asked me to change my ways to suit your own; instead, accepting me for who I am. You settle for the simple pleasures that good company brings and remain grateful for whatever happiness you receive. You constantly put the needs of those you love before your own, sacrificing for the sake of love.

My dear friend, if I have learned only half the values set by your example I will be forever content. Your gift of love I am so very thankful to have received, for I know heaven most surely mourns its loss.

You are the endurance of innocence, the ultimate in patience and the very definition of love . . . .